I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

U.S. debt per capita worse than basket cases such as Greece
Real-life ‘ghost story’: The tale of a house that didn’t want me there
What kind of savages are we today? ‘Pick ’em out and knock ’em out’
Does mainstream schooling model bring out the worst in teen-agers?
A president can be dictator if he claims it’s for national security
As a child, I was a capable liar, because I mimicked a narcissist
What if other people see you or hear you differently than you do?
How do you suppose invention of ‘truth machine’ would affect you?